Divination Immortal

He raised a finger to point at the simple price board he had just "written" using telekinesis—a small blackboard with chalk lettering that read: Tarot Divination - 100,000 points/session;

Crystal Ball Clairvoyance - 150,000 points/session; No bargaining, pay before divination—and spoke in his signature lazy tone:

"Tarot is one hundred thousand, crystal ball is one hundred fifty thousand. Pay the points first, then get the divination. Get in line, no cutting."

As the news of Sato Yuta's "lively" and excited departure spread, followed by a few more half-doubting trial runs, most of which were second and third-year students with relatively deep pockets who received "prophecies" that were jaw-droppingly accurate, the once-deserted stall instantly became one of the focal points of the club recruitment plaza.

The line grew steadily, including many upperclassmen, while most first-year freshmen, limited by their points, stayed on the sidelines to observe.

The questions from those seeking divination were varied: whether they would pass academic assessments, how to handle interpersonal relationships in class, whether their crushes were interested, and even minor strategies for class competition...

Lin Mu turned no one away, yet he maintained his lazy demeanor, sticking strictly to the order of the line without wasting breath on small talk.

Each time, he let the person draw the cards, while he secretly controlled the order of the deck.

Then, combining the fragments of the future seen through his precognition with the person's current state of mind, he provided an "interpretation."

Every time, he hit the nail on the head, even getting the minor details perfectly right.

The students whose fortunes were told were all filled with awe and wonder, and the title of Divination Immortal spread rapidly.

There were skeptics, but Lin Mu would occasionally use his telekinesis to make the tarot cards shuffle themselves or cause the crystal ball to glow with a faint light, creating a sense of mystery that left the doubters wavering.

Most were simply won over by the high-priced yet "worth every point" accuracy of his results.

There was even a girl from Class B in the second year who, after receiving a positive answer to her question about whether her confession to a male classmate would be accepted, ran off to verify it on the spot. Half an hour later, she returned with a flushed face, excitedly announcing that not only had he accepted, but he had also invited her out for a weekend shopping trip!

She immediately became Lin Mu's "volunteer promoter," taking the initiative to help maintain order and pitch his services to new students.

The line in front of the stall grew longer and longer, its popularity so immense that even the bustling club stalls nearby began to look deserted.

Lin Mu mechanically repeated the "draw cards-interpret-collect points" process while distractedly monitoring the balance on his terminal.

The numbers soared like a rocket: twenty thousand, two hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, eight hundred thousand... In less than half a day, the balance in his personal account had already broken the million mark!

After deducting the sixty thousand points spent on props, his net profit was nearly a million! It far exceeded his initial expectations.

He was so happy inside he could almost hum a tune, but his face remained fixed in that indifferent, "nothing matters" expression.

The self-cultivation of a professional "con artist"—maintaining an air of mystery and composure in front of customers.

When the lollipop in his mouth was almost finished, Lin Mu glanced at the reassuring seven-digit figure on his terminal and decided to quit while he was ahead.

A million points were enough for him to slack off comfortably for a long time, and he could even stock up on a year's worth of top-tier lollipops and various desserts.

A slacker knows when to pack up once they've made enough; he wouldn't waste his precious energy and leisure time just to earn a few more points.

He picked up the small blackboard price sign and, facing the crowd still waiting in line with hopeful eyes, announced in a flat tone:

"Divination is over for today. Closing up shop. If you still want a reading, come earlier next time."

"Eh?!"

"How can you do this! I've been waiting for so long!"

"Hey, can I pay extra? I'll double it!"

"Are you coming back tomorrow?"

Cries of regret, pleas, and offers of higher payment erupted instantly. Lin Mu ignored them all, not bothering to waste words.

He used his telekinesis to assist in packing up the stall.

The tent folded itself up, ropes tied themselves; the table collapsed, the legs retracted; the tarot cards flew into their box, the crystal ball dropped into its velvet bag; the small stool folded automatically...

Everything was handled as if by invisible, skillful hands, completing the storage at a dazzling speed and precision, finally landing steadily at Lin Mu's feet, packed into two lightweight duffel bags.

The entire sequence was fluid and surprisingly fast, leaving the remaining students stunned.

They assumed this "Divination Immortal" had simply maxed out his wilderness survival and organization skills; no one even considered the possibility of superpowers.

Picking up the light bags, Lin Mu turned and walked away, his short white hair fluttering in the afternoon breeze, deaf to the pleas and discussions behind him.

He walked briskly toward the dessert shop in the school's commercial district—having made his first pot of gold, and a massive one at that, he naturally had to treat himself.

The dessert shop was filled with an array of goods, the air thick with fragrance.

Various exquisitely shaped cakes, fluffy and crispy cream puffs, colorful macarons, smooth and delicate puddings...

Lin Mu's eyes brightened, and he entered "shopping spree" mode. Strawberry pudding? Grab it! Chocolate lava cake?

Grab it! Mango mille-feuille, matcha tiramisu, durian puffs... He took a few of every flavor he liked, not even glancing at the prices.

He even specifically picked out several boxes of high-end handmade cookies and nut tarts, planning to stock up for afternoon tea and late-night snacks.

When he checked out, his terminal deducted nearly one hundred thousand points, but he didn't even frown, feeling completely secure.

Carrying two full bags radiating a sweet aroma, Lin Mu found a quiet, sun-drenched corner under a tree on campus to sit down.

Leaning against the thick trunk, he unwrapped a strawberry pudding and scooped a piece into his mouth with a small spoon.

Cool, smooth, and sweet without being cloying, the fresh scent of strawberries instantly permeated his mouth, spreading through his taste buds to every limb and bone.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled, flickering spots of light across his short white hair and cold, sharp profile.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his entire being wrapped in an almost tangible sense of comfort and lethargy.

With a million points in hand, he had the freedom to buy any dessert he wanted, and the pressure of personal points had been swept away entirely.

Finally, he could slack off in Class D, living a stable life without a single worry.

This was the perfect, lazy life he had dreamed of.

He ate his pudding slowly, already calculating in his mind: from now on, he would open the Divination Immortal stall only when he felt like it.

There was no need to go every day; his points were more than enough to spend. He would just show up occasionally to maintain his reputation and the air of mystery surrounding the "Divination Immortal."

The rest of his time would be spent sleeping, playing games, tasting desserts, and truly enjoying life...

The sunlight was warm and cozy, the sweetness soaking into his body and mind.

Lin Mu leaned against the tree trunk, completely immersed in the immense happiness he had traded his "superpower" for.

(I've been a bit busy with work lately, so updates will be irregular. Once I'm on vacation, I'll go back to two updates a day.)

(Event period: May 1st to May 5th)